Retrieved

No matter how inept the justification which inevitably follows the folly which results in realization and to realize is to die a little inside for realizing connotes a finality to that problem as yet unsolved I realized when I slammed the door, it hit me in the – okole! Don’t let the door hit youContinue reading “Retrieved”

The mass

And God said, in Latin, broadcast live from above Satan’s lair, situated, precisely and according to worldwide big brother goo goo radio Gaga – it’s gonna save your life but it’s gonna hurt – the amount of space occupied by a three-dimensional object as measured in units (such as quarts or liters) or capacity, or theContinue reading “The mass”

Find the sinkhole

I have decided to write the gray American novella, where nothing is great just chalky grey like the Greys pasty anatomy of conspiracy theories where secret service reptilian half-breeds are always British. Meanwhile, the natives are restless and a stretch of doom creeps, breathless. Jagged ex-whys and all the imagination in dream land won’t fixContinue reading “Find the sinkhole”

Cataloging your usage

After abandoning “Don’t waste your time,” I still needed a receptacle for the ongoing churn of real time, actual human assessment of the tools of our digital trade. I’m an unofficial tester of all things related to aortic writings of a familiar lean. I’ve tried most interfaces and delved into a multitude of platforms. IContinue reading “Cataloging your usage”

Predictive Discourse

No, no, let me guess?! What? (*mouth full) ah Let me guess what you’re going to say next! Why? I would let you predict, manipulate, disclose the expression of  anywhere from 12,000 to 60,000 thoughts per day… Literary tomes Yeah coz you only have 37,000 “thoughts” which IS NOTHING! An irrevocable negative bias We have anywhereContinue reading “Predictive Discourse”

What you give away

my mom, she vacuumed everyday. Danchi- I don’t even think she had one…

The mind-made body

The largest trades can be gamed — to no one. while just around the last bend, he ripped everything up to start over again. a cry expressing an appeal for divine help. This tariff on your soul for a culpable nirvana hosanna, a mantra, no one repeats anymore. a cry expressing an appeal for divineContinue reading “The mind-made body”

Don’t hold your breath

We stood at the precipice staring at bones they didn’t lie but had shattered with time That endless roar between the eyes herding us home. This is not as bleak as it sounds, we pander, to no one in particular. By holding on to that first note, it generates a feeling of suspense This timeContinue reading “Don’t hold your breath”

Prometheus has a mistress

yet it is not surprising that few people know this Icarus ascending nobody cares this time it’s hot in the desert she is sick of wasting time granted, the mistress must wait each day for him to come home from work AH, Prometheus I could love you better than Athena Prometheus moulder of mankind fromContinue reading “Prometheus has a mistress”

Cultivating souls

“A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes all menContinue reading “Cultivating souls”